Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.